EXERCISE Poetry Challenge #5 - "I'm peeved..."

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Fluffy, Dec 11, 2010.

  1. First, I want to thank those of you who have been participating in my poetry challenges. <3 The few of you who take the time to submit your fine pieces of work to me are amazing and without you, I'd give up on this thing.


    This week's challenge, write a poem about one of your pet peeves, or how you respond to them. Whatever comes to mind, really. Can be a person, something people do, an object... Tell it like it is in the form of poetry.

    My poetry muse is taking a nap right now, so I'll contribute my own when something poetic hits me! It's been a rough couple of weeks for teh Fluffy.
  2. When the toast burns, I can't stand
    The smell that stings my noes
    It Fills me up with hate so deep
    From my head down to my toes

    The bread was perfect, golden brown
    Now it's rotted black
    I took a hammer to the oven
    And hit it til it cracked

    Now I have now way to toast
    But at least it will not burn
    Oh, god I hate that awful smell
    It makes my stomach churn

    I'd rather walk through hell on fire
    Than eat that horrid taste
    My life depends on toasted bread
    Without it
    Its a waste
  3. My fist your face,
    Meeting with savage grace,
    Images in my head.
    Irresistible they come unbidden,
    The thoughts on my face unhidden,
    I wish to see you bleed,
    Your posture fuels the savage need,
    To hear bone break and breath choke,
    In my step I stop and resist,
    Knowing will is needed to desist,
    Wanting to throw you down,
    Like some plush filled clown,
    Your crime you ask,
    Your face aghast,
    Stopping and staring,
    Right behind me as I'm sitting.
  4. Sitting
    for the noise to down
    I sit here at my desk
    my artwork, a mess
    every time I start
    So does some sound

    It could be my father at work
    Talking loudly as he paces outside my room

    It could be be my dog,
    who's bark is less than his bit
    but it's still so loud

    It could be neighbors,
    or workers they hired,
    for a tended lawn
    they desire

    When this happens
    my world begins to shake
    The violence in my mind
    starts to break
    And I will be furious

    So I try to ignore
    as I sit at my desk and pour
    over my artwork

    But, oh it doesn't help
    when more sounds are added
    Two and three
    I start to plead
    four and five
    I let it lie
    and go outside

    I cannot stand
    when I sit there with my hand
    poised so stiffly over paper
    and noise assaults me
  5. In Texas
    there's one
    thing I miss
    There's sun
    But no snow
    on the time of

    I long for the
    soft white fluff
    But all I see
    grass n' stuff

  6. Inspiration

    For hours on end I search for art,
    Something to light my flame.
    But even if I find a spark,
    The result is always the same.

    I look all over the net, far and wide,
    And despite how what wonders I see,
    Nothing I try comes out quite right,

    And my inspiration evades me.
    #6 AkikoYukito, Aug 16, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 8, 2014
  7. Those who Speak Always

    They speak when I am speaking,
    when someone else is speaking,
    Even when no one is speaking,

    Will they stop?
    Will they run out of topics?

    Who are they speaking to?
    no one,

    Why do they never stop?
    Why do they just keep on?
    Is anyone listening?
    Does anyone care?

    Do they breath?
    Have friends,
    A life?

    If they don't stop,
    Can they?
    Could you make them?
    Will they one day stop?